Do me a favor and put out my fire
Dry out my water and cut all my wires

I don't want to feel
I don't want to heal
I don't care what's real

I beg you to pull the wool over my eyes
Tape my mouth, plug my ears, feed me lies

I don't want to see
I don't want to be
I'm so sick of me

I'm tired of love, and I'm tired of hate
Tired of trying to find those who relate
Tired of thinking that I could create
Tired of trying to translate, tired of debate
Tired of being told that I'm great
Tired of my personality traits
Tired of my psychological state

I'm tired of it raining
Tired of my complaining
Existing is so draining 

The End

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